Friday, May 29, 2009
Since I'm running out of time to post I'm going to make this short and sweet. I was so incredibly nervous before the sonogram that I felt sick. But the moment I saw baby it became SO MUCH FUN!
Baby did cooperate and show us their stuff.......... BUT you must wait until we tell Daniel's parents this weekend. I will leave you with a CUTE picture of baby. But please know that I am not torturing you on purpose! It just wouldn't be fair to family who read the blog to hear it this way. Hoping to get to post the results by Monday!
The best news is that baby, placenta, cord, etc. all look perfect! Which was a major sigh of relief. When I saw them I just couldn't believe they were in there and moving and alive! It is so surreal but definitely more real to me now.
P.S. They actually kind of look like the baby in the 3D avatar to the left! LOL!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Anywho, so I'm over 18 weeks pregnant now. Definitely feeling flutterings from baby but still haven't actually felt the BABY just yet. No bumping my hand or causing my stomach to contort in incredibly strange ways. But I can't wait for it! And I have a feeling I'll feel it really soon.
The sonogram is ONE WEEK away! The countdown is on!!! I've become really nervous about it, hoping that baby is healthy and perfect in every little way possible. And of course I want them to show us their goodies so we can call them Caiden... or Zoe!
We decided to not take the girls with us to the U/S. I called last week to ask if they allowed children and they said only for the last 10 minutes (it's an hour long sonogram)! So I didn't feel it was worth it, especially since we'll get pictures and maybe a video (I need to call back and ask about the video part). We'll most likely still get the 3D sonogram later in which family and children are welcome to attend!
I had a very vivid dream last night. First off, in the dream I noticed my stomach was FLAT and gorgeous (albeit it very pale since I am not one to tan, fake or otherwise). And I found an infant seat in our kitchen where a sweet baby.................. GIRL was sleeping. And in my dream we kept calling her Zoe.
I am not one to take dreams literally. I feel that they often reflect a fear or misgiving we have. Perhaps in this case it was my misgiving that my gender predictions and instincts completely STINK and I have absolutely no clue if we'll be graced with a son or daughter. So I place no stock in this dream that it means we're having a girl! I actually think this one will be a BOY (many posts back I wrote about how I changed my mind for various reasons).
I've put myself on a "No lifting, pushing, bending" rule because I tend to overdo it and end up in extreme round ligament pain. Come to think of it, it actually feels more like contraction pain (Braxton Hicks, of course, not the real deal). Whatever it is it definitely hurts.
So that means our baby's dresser is still sitting in the foyer. And I found out someone named "AMY" carved her name into the wood. I LOVE the dresser but I want to change the knobs. It's solid wood and has more personality than the chipboard dressers I see at other stores (I can't afford the solid wood ones you find brand new). You cannot beat $35! I was looking at a cool antique/vintage dresser at our local Antique Mall and it was $75. I did not like it nearly as much and felt like I'd be settling if I got it. SO GLAD I didn't get it and that I found this gem for way less.
Sleeping has been really difficult. I don't sleep much and I can't get comfortable because we don't have our AC on yet so it's super hot, even with a fan on. Our comfortable bed has suddenly become TOO SOFT and I wake up sore and cantankerous.
But I'm so very grateful to be having this little one. I try to write in their journal almost weekly with as many details as possible. It's amazing how much we can forget and I want to get as much down as I can. Just reading my daughters' birth stories I'd go, "I totally forgot about that... but how cool to be reminded!" Definitely recommend not only a baby book but a personal journal in which you write letters. I even include my "To Do" lists for the nursery and what I need to buy, etc. so they can see what we did to prepare for their arrival.
In regards to food, I can't think of any one food that I just have to have and can't get enough of. Don't care about ice cream or pizza. I do really want Tac.o B.ell though. I even dreamed about them last night, too, come to think of it! Ha ha! I ordered like a dozen tacos and ate them all. I couldn't really eat that many because I get full fast but a girl can dream, can't she?!
Well now I'm just rambling. I don't think there's much else to say! Hopefully our computer is back and working perfectly in the next few days. And everyone please have an amazing Memorial Day! It's not just a day off from work- it's a day to honor those who've died so we can be free. So definitely remember them during your Memorial Day festivities.
Monday, May 18, 2009
It needs some TLC but I love it. I want to change the knobs on it though.
I just found the BEST lipgloss you'll ever buy. (And no, it's not at BL, but that's okay because it is WORTH the trip to Targ.et.)
My lips are always dry and pale and just blah. I have used every lipgloss under the sun (Burt's Bees, Mary Kay, Neutragena- to name a few) but I find that most of them are just a sticky mess that offer no moisture. When we got to the car I immediately ripped into my 2-pack of lipgloss (I got Rose Bliss and Playful Nu.de- $8) and smothered my lips.
The difference was immediate. This stuff is NOT sticky. My lips were shiny, plump, and best of all it FEELS GREAT! It has peppermint in it so your lips feel cool and tingly, too! It actually moisturizes instead of leaving this film of sticky gunk on your lips. My lips are so soft right now, an hour later.
It's my new fave. And I cannot WAIT to try out their new stuff (hint, hint, send me some freebies/coupons, Yes to Carrots!). Here's a LINK to their website. You can find their line of stuff at Targ.et. Seriously my new fave. I want to get their shampoo. And lotions. And lip butter. Mmmmmm...
Psst- did I mention that it's 95% organic and they don't use the nasty chemicals found in other products that actually DRY your lips out more so you keep buying their junk? Yup, these guys rock my socks off.
So what are your "Shopaholic Secrets"?
*I'm going to contact T2C to see if they'd be interested in a giveaway so stay tuned. They may, they may not! But it's worth a shot.
**Did you enjoy hearing some of my secrets? Do you want to hear more? Let me know because I have a ton more tricks up these short sleeves!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The room is small and it's difficult to get a decent picture. But how gorgeous is this crib? And it is STURDY. The sides do not move so we put the mattress about midway, instead of the very top (for newborns).
What I really love is that this crib has a metal-spring base under the mattress instead of a slab of wood. What was the cost? This crib was $140. You cannot beat that!
(And yes, the crib is facing the wall- you can see the WARNING sticker on the right-hand side.)
I do not think we'll be putting the chair rail up before we find out the gender. It takes Daniel time to get motivated for big projects and we have plenty of time to finish that anyway.
I have three crib skirts- a plain purple one, a pretty "checkered" green one (limey green) and a flowered pink one. I don't know how the green one will look, if it is a boy, but it should be fine. And the flower one will be if it's a girl, I think. No sense in spending over $20 on something when I have 3 perfectly nice crib skirts.
Nothing else going on with baby stuff.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Nothing new to report. Feel like I'm just a sitting duck, waiting for some cool sprays of inspiration to come over me.
I went to an appointment today and then started driving towards black clouds to Tar.get to return two pieces of the crib (one broken and one piece looked like someone tried re-gluing slats into the side). The skies went so dark it felt like 8 o'clock in the evening.
By the time I reached Tar.get it was pouring so hard that I was soaked the moment I stepped out of the car. I couldn't even see! So I had two kids with me and these crib pieces I had to run into the store. Why couldn't I have waited for tomorrow? We were all freezing in the store air conditioning as we waited for someone to exchange the crib pieces.
Tangent- I called them ahead of time to ask if I could bring just the pieces of the crib back that were broken instead of the whole box. They said it was no problem. Yet when I get there, the associates who helped me had attitude about it. Um, hello, called ahead to avoid that! Doesn't matter.
After that I dropped the kids at home and made a dash to the grocery store. I went hungry, not a good idea, especially when pregnant. It had stopped raining but halfway through my shopping the store lights kept flickering and the thunder claps were incredible, rain was deafening. Great.
When I got home all of our grocery bags were wet (inside and out!). I was soaked all the way through to my skin. I think it's time to invest in some umbrellas.
How freaking cute is this sweetness?
As you can see I just changed the entire look of my blog. Took a long, long time. Anyone know how to make my "header" better? It's kind of BLAH! One of these days I'm going to have someone make me a custom design since I'm not HTML savvy.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
But I keep having heart/chest issues. This is hard for to me to type and open up about because it's been going on for some time now, off and on, and I just really didn't want to talk about this.
A few times when I've gotten up in the morning my heart races, even doing the most menial tasks. It's fine after I take a nap. And then sometimes I feel a pain where the sternum is (middle of chest). It's never my actual heart, more my lungs really. Sometimes it is hard to take a deep breath.
I finally got the courage to call my OB doctor about it yesterday. He told me I should call my regular doctor about this and be seen for tests. Well, unfortunately, I don't have a primary care physician. So I'm awaiting to hear back to see if my OB will refer me to someone for tests.
In the meantime pray. I don't think it is my heart. I'm probably getting dehydrated. I'm trying to stay on top of water and rest today.
Update: my doctor called back to say they referred me to a cardiologist. Now I feel like a total fool for saying anything in the first place because it's probably nothing and I'll spend probably hundreds, if not thousands, on tests that show a perfect heart (well, hopefully perfect!).
I haven't painted in weeks and the fumes are long gone. So I think it has more to do with my mental health affecting me. This did happen when I was about 13 years old but I forgot about it until everyone kept saying, "panic/anxiety attacks" because that is exactly what happened when I was 13.
Oh well. Going to go see the cardiologist anyway, once I get a call from them. Better safe than sorry!
Monday, May 11, 2009
This time it was definitely baby. Except everytime I put my hand there to see if I can feel them bump my hand, they stop. Of course! So I didn't even try to put my hand there this time. Instead I just relished in the twitches and what felt like full-body slamming against my belly. It's just such a weird feeling this early on because you can't figure out the body parts and what they're doing.
It felt like baby was flailing all over the place. And the best part? I felt them in the MIDDLE of my belly (so cool!).
Why does that matter?
Because with each of my daughters the placenta was in the front of my stomach (anterior). It took a little longer to feel them and at first I only felt them while laying on my sides because the placenta was taking all the blows. I didn't start feeling them in the center of my belly until they literally filled my entire torso (aka 3rd trimester).
Back to this little one: but then I started to worry- what if the placenta is covering the cervix?! There would go my plans for giving birth vag.inally. I guess we'll find out in less than 3 weeks so no sense in worrying about it right now.
I'm having a lot of back pain today.
And if you aren't a Facebook friend then I have to share this totally hilarious story with you. Envision a beautiful clawfoot tub in a 100-year-old house and starting a shower... Envision getting ready to shower and stepping in............ only to have the back end of the tub crash to the ground once you're in...
Yes, happened to me this morning. I had thought the tub was falling through the floor! One of the feet had slipped out from under the tub, unbeknownst to me. I screamed in terror and then turned the water off, jumped out, and ran back and forth in the bathroom going, "What the heck do I do?!"
Finally I decided that I needed to hold up the end of the tub until I could find something to prop it with. Well when you're nekid and your kids are running around their room you find there are literally no possibilities to prop the dumb thing up.
I yelled for Elaina to bring me the phone as I reached behind me to grab my towel. I finally just used a metal basket in the bathroom to prop the tub as I wrapped myself in a robe. Apparently the end of the tub falling had pulled the drain out of the floor (go figure) but at least the other pipes were unscathed.
End of story: my MIL rushed over to help, then hubby and FIL arrived. They all got it fixed while I got dressed and took care of the kids. Phew! What a day!
And the major reason for the back pain. Hey, at least I can take a shower now!
And belly button is starting to poke out more. It was pretty concave pre-baby so I definitely can see/feel a difference!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
This is probably the last time I'll post pics of the nursery until it's completely done and put together.
And I wanted all my new mommies or mommies-to-be to know you can get a free nursing cover HERE. Use promotional code "onefree" and just pay S/H to get a free nursing cover. Pink and blue are the only ones available. I got pink, even though I don't know the gender, because I'd rather wear pink myself.
Daniel's cousin is due the same exact date we are due. They just found out they're having a......... BOY! She's a radiologist assistant so they have access to ultrasound machines, which I think is so cool. Makes me pumped for my upcoming sonogram (if you missed the post, the big day is May 29th!).
Saturday, May 9, 2009
But the day is a constant reminder that my mom isn't here anymore. Earlier today I couldn't place how I was feeling. I was just angry and didn't know why. About an hour ago I just realized it was because of the holiday tomorrow. I broke down and bawled my eyes out.
In the midst of my crying I started laughing and told Daniel, "You know my mom would've loved our kids. We'd never have to buy them a single thing because she'd have spoiled them!" Which made me start crying again because I wish I did get to see them with her.
I miss you, Mommasita!
Today was also a busy day. First, my husband let me "sleep in". I put that in quotes because if you're a mom to young kids you know that any sleep you manage to get is very broken. Still it was lovely!
Elaina ran upstairs to wake me up, but I was already awake. I was just hanging out in my bed, relishing in not having to change diapers and clean and make food. She told me, "Daddy cut his foot."
I groaned, rolled out of bed and took my time getting downstairs. What I found sent me into a flurry. There was blood all over the kitchen, thick and sticky blood. Sitting in front of it was my husband.
When Elaina said he cut his foot she meant it (and it was purely accidental in case anyone wonders). The bleeding wouldn't stop so I explained that it would stop once he laid down and elevated it. Worked like a charm and the bleeding stopped. So I cleaned the wound, put some Neos.porin on it and bandaged it really well. When I went back to the kitchen to clean up the blood and the trail he left while he limped to the couch I was gagging, mostly because I hadn't eaten breakfast yet.
So yeah, that was exciting. He can't drive and he can barely walk. Which leads me to my next thing...
... I mowed the lawn today. Our city is so strict about the upkeep of your grass that they will fine you if it gets too long. Ours was getting LONG. Everytime that Daniel wanted to cut it the weather would interrupt! And today his foot interrupted...
Everyone I knew was busy so I donned some ugly shoes and pants and set to work. I didn't break a sweat and nothing ached or hurt (our land is pretty flat so it was like vacuuming, kind of). I actually really enjoy mowing. But because I don't want any lectures that will most likely be the last time I do it until baby is born. The only thing that hurts are my hands. I should've worn work gloves!
This evening I got my haircut and went to Targ.et with my daughters.
I went to Targ.et to look for some hair products that will help my frazzled hair. What I got ended up being over $1 on sale. Hey, every dollar adds up! But I ended up going with the new Herb.al Esse.nce line of shampoo/conditioner to see how my hair responds before going more expensive.
I also found some great deals while I was there. I found 4-piece pajama sets for the girls for $7 each. That's $3.50 per pair of pajamas!
And then I found these CUTE infant towels. I had gotten rid of the girls' infant towels so I found this 4-piece towel set on clearance for $6.98 and had to snatch them up. When it rang up, though, it rang up for $2.98!!!! I got two towels and washcloths for under $3. WOW!
Gotta love deals! And Targ.et!
Friday, May 8, 2009
Second, my OB appointment went great. My daughters were angels today [until bedtime hit]. They behaved so well at the appointment! They came to hear the heartbeat and then we hit up McD.onalds. Yuck! I just ate some fries and ate PBJ at home later. It was really just for the kids because they behaved so well... and that includes Daniel!
Hearing the heartbeat again was magical. The appointment was super quick. I don't know the fundal height or how fast the H/B was but I don't mind. The doctor said he was going to schedule the ultrasound at our next visit but I spoke up and asked if we could schedule it today so he'd have results by our next appointment. I just needed a date to put on the calendar to look forward to.
So my big exciting news: our sonogram is May 29th! We're praying for a healthy baby, healthy placenta that is where it should be and a beautiful umbilical cord. We also want to pray that the heart, kidneys, brain, spine... EVERYTHING looks good and perfect.
And then we want to know the gender. Oh my goodness! I don't know what to do with myself. T-Minus 3 weeks and counting!
I've begun to think worst-case scenerio but I'm trying to quelch it. I don't need to worry unless something comes up to worry about. Even then it is always in God's hands. Can I get an amen?!
I don't know why this pregnancy is so unbelievable to me. Like hearing the heartbeat. I'm thinking to myself, "They're really IN there!" I don't know if it is because I've done so much research in the past couple years on conception and birth that I realize how absolutely miraculous this is or because of secondary infertility or what. Or I may have just forgotten all this happening with my daughters. Either way, it's pretty awesome. I love that I can still be surprised and excited for this baby as much as my others.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
So not my hair!
It's limp yet frizzy and lifeless. And I shed like mad still. Oh boy I don't know what to do with it. So I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow! Finally. It only took over a month to make an appointment. I think desperation kicked in today. What am I going to do? I have no clue. I was thinking a simple cut, no fuss. Originally I wanted a cute bob cut but I don't want my hair super short.
So my hair appointment is after my OB appointment! Yay! It feels like forever since I had my last one. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day but full of excitement. Will update with the "stats" tomorrow! And I'll try to remember to post hair pics tomorrow, too. Oh and maybe a bump pic. It's been forever since I did one of those!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
... your preschooler screams for 10 minutes straight outside while stamping her feet?
Last night, after dinner, my MIL came over so we could all go on a walk. We put Abigail in the stroller because she can't walk far without wanting me to carry her (NOT happening) and Elaina decided to push one of her babies in a doll stroller. Every two steps she had to stop and adjust the baby in her stroller.
I warned her that I was going to take it back home if she kept stopping and she said she understood. But she kept it up and I followed through. When I took that stroller away it was the end of the world. The sky fell!
We were a few blocks away from our house. My MIL decided to keep walking with Abby while I took Elaina home. She screamed and stomped her feet the entire way back home. People were coming out of their homes to make sure I wasn't harming the child. I couldn't pick her up and walk faster so I just kept walking.
Gotta love tantrums. This is the worst one by far because nothing I said mattered. Usually she's really good at listening even when in trouble. It was a long day and I think she was just tired. She went straight up to her room, into jammies and into bed.
Lost was awesome tonight! I cannot wait for the finale next week. I have no clue how this series is going to end but I enjoy trying to figure it out!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
*Love all the toys dumped on Elaina's bed, too. Fabulous. Picture doesn't do the window treatments justice but it must suffice! I'm not photographer.
Monday, May 4, 2009
I am not the type of person that believes one way is the only way. I am horrified by people who attack women who nurse (especially in public) and by people who judge those who bottle-feed. I have used both means to feed my daughters.
With Elaina it was difficult to breastfeed because of my inexperience and lack of help in the hospital. Because I had her on a Saturday (actually both of my girls were born on Saturdays) the lactation consultant would not be in until my discharge day, Monday. The nurses had absolutely no experience with breastfeeding.
By the time the lactation consultant reached me I was a bawling mess, giving my newborn a little glass bottle of formula. My chest was raw and blistered from continually trying to get her to latch. I actually had those wound dressings (the gel ones) because I was so raw.
I went home clueless and cried our first two days home with guilt that I might not breastfeed. I was at the brink of giving up when, in desperation, I bought a breastpump. Apparently my gals are "flat" so they need to be coaxed out more. On top of that I used a handy, dandy device called a "ni.pple shield". Probably way more information than you ever wanted to know about me!
I nursed her for two weeks before switching to pumping. I gave up after one solid month of desperately trying. My daughter decided she liked bottles better anyway (they're easier to get milk out of). And Elaina was a S L O W eater. She'd literally eat every hour. When they say babies eat every 2-3 hours they mean that babies eat every 2-3 hours from the time they START eating, not when they end the feeding.
Similar nursing story with Abigail, except I used the shield for three months straight before my ta-tas were crying out to stop (shield is a temporary device). The reason I ended up using a shield was LACK OF SUPPORT in the hospital again. Apparently Abby was doing just fine, latching on great, but it hurt so badly that I kept unlatching her (that sounds weird) to try again.
I had learned in a breastfeeding class prior to having Elaina, "If it hurts, they're not latched on correctly." That is NOT true. When the lactation consultant finally came in (again, on Monday, my discharge day) she told me that caucasian women, specifically from Irish descent, usually have very, very sore breasts when they begin to nurse. Abigail had been latching on perfectly and the pain had nothing to do with that.
The hospital isn't bad. I just wish their lactation consultants worked the weekends, too. People don't just have babies Monday-Friday from 8 am to 8 pm.
This time I feel more prepared and have the information and skills to deal with whatever happens, with or without a LC. I will not give up and I'm hoping that the third time is the charm and that I can nurse without the shield (hate that thing)!
Because Abigail suffered a broken bone after birth I felt even more passionately about giving her breastmilk to help her heal. I felt that I was contributing to her wellness by continuing. She refused to wean from the bottle but loved breastmilk (I'm sure she'll love to read that as a teenager) so that made our end to nursing even more bittersweet.
Each time I stopped nursing I bawled my eyes out. My babies did just fine and didn't notice. But the Momma cried her little heart out. I don't want to struggle. I just want it to happen and be a wonderful experience. I definitely produce enough milk (and really good, fatty milk that is as white as cow milk!).
Funny story about that. The first time we left Abigail with her grandparents so we could go on a date, I put a couple bottles of pumped breastmilk in their fridge. When we came back to pick the kids up my MIL asked me if I left her regular milk or formula in the fridge because it looked like whole milk. When I told her that was my milk her eyes got as big as dinner plates! We had a good laugh about it. She was just relieved I hadn't left cow milk for my baby.
I'm trying to prepare myself mentally for nursing before we even have this baby. I feel good about it and that maybe it'll work. I'd love to be able to nurse until they're 6-12 months old. Plus, I hate washing bottles! Okay, so that's not the only reason to breastfeed but it's a good one when you don't own a dishwasher.
If you're wondering: both girls did wonderful with bottles and formula. I used Avent bottles with the breast-like ni.pples. And I used Enfamil Prosobee Lipil with Iron (soy-based formula). I believe soy is a lot easier on their tummies, though it stinks something awful!
But nursing is my preference so I'm definitely going to give it my all. And if it doesn't happen, I know I'll probably cry (hormones) but they'll grow up and be perfectly fine. My daughters are very, very healthy children who rarely get sick (even when we go shopping and I catch them putting their hands in the mouths!).
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Or changing my mind about how I run my little blog.
Or like changing my mind about the gender of our baby.
Yes, you heard right. I have boy on the brain. I actually haven't said anything for weeks (or is it days? Time is going by too fast) because I didn't want to admit I changed my mind. But you know what? I'm not afraid to change my mind.
I really think this baby may be a boy. I have hardly entertained the idea of a girl recently. It may be noticeable- like the nursery. I have the boy name down pat, the boy nursery ideas set in stone and have been spending all my time looking at baby boy clothes and decorations. With a few non-committed girl ideas on the side (I'll feel badly if this little one is a girl because I don't want them to feel as though we didn't want a girl- the gender really doesn't matter to us! It'll be amazing either way).
Your votes are screaming BOY now too. If you haven't voted there's still a little less than a month to go. Some symptoms that may help in your vote: hating meat and pasta and cheese; loving milk and cereal and carbs. Look to be carrying low but this is my fifth pregnancy so I'm probably more saggy than anything, ha ha!
So now I think almost all of us are on the same page with thinking little one might be a boy. I overheard Elaina telling her cousin, "My baby is a brother!" To which her cousin said, "Is your momma going to call him Butterball?" Had to laugh because that's what cousin's momma calls her newborn.
Today Elaina was very affectionate with The Bump. Giving hugs, patting it during church. I can't wait until everyone can feel the baby move. I know Elaina will glue her hand to my belly when that happens! She is such a lovey-dovey girl and has been obsessed with babies before she could crawl. Abigail still doesn't get it and just mimicks us, but it's so sweet! I think she'll probably exclaim, "Oh my gosh!" when she feels the baby move or run away in terror.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
And we also ventured out to get the crib today. It is my Mother's Day gift. Ha ha! Seriously, that's what I wanted and we needed to get it anyway... so happy early Mother's Day to me! You can see the crib HERE. We won't be putting it together just yet.
It had great, great reviews! The only semi-bad review was from someone who didn't have instructions with their crib. Okay, if you are giving a review PLEASE give a review of the actual product. I could care less if your package came with instructions or not. The company will gladly send them to you if you call. Errors like that happen all the time. Okay, I'm done ranting.
This crib also doesn't have a sliding rail, which is something I wanted to try. All the cribs I've had with a sliding rail (you know, the side that lowers and lifts) have been really wobby and the rail falls off. The display of the crib was only a partial display instead of a full crib. The wood is very nice! It doesn't seem to chip or wear out easily.
Plus, you can't beat that price. You may have to rub your eyes and do a double-take. I'm very pleased with this purchase and cannot wait to put it together! All in good time, all in good time! The powder room in the master bedroom is looking pretty stuffed with our crib, crib mattress, bassinet, rocking chair, etc.
I also want to put a rug in the nursery. I've found a couple I like so I'll share them with you. I'd buy the largest rug available, btw, as the ones pictured are the small ones.
If baby is a girl we like THIS rug.
If baby is a boy we like THIS rug or THIS rug.
Other than being sore I'm feeling really good lately! And I feel hungry all. the. stinking. time. Thankfully I haven't gained much weight since my last weigh-in, according to my scale, so that's good because I feel like a cow grazing all day.
I'm starting to want meat a little more. I can do sliced turkey just fine and turkey or beef slothered in BBQ. But hotdogs and cheeseburgers still make me want to gag.
Friday, May 1, 2009
This is my lover-boy. This is his "I really love you, Mom" look. He thinks I'm his Momma (and I am!) and is constantly in my face with this sweet, sulty expression.
He's very, very affectionate and has the loudest purr I've ever heard. He likes to climb into doll strollers and be pushed around by my daughters. And he LOVES to play with their toys (like the Fisher Price Ball-Popper).